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Little Doctor 





M erry ingles 


A Book for the Little Orves 


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"By- Sarah L . Moore 


Illustrated by 
Harry Webster 



"Photographs by 
Helen ftichols 


New York 

ZIMMERMAN’S, 156 Fifth Avenue 

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THE LIBRARY OF 
CONGRESS, 

Two CuPlfci R£C tyto 

AUG. 23 1901 

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CLASS Ox XX* N«. 
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Copyrighted June, 1901, by 
Sarah L. Moore 


CONTENTS 


Good Morning 
School Days 
Object Rhymes 
Jingles 
A Rhyme 
Wee Sewers 
The Doll’s Tea Party 
A Picture 
Proper Names 
Playing Doctor . 

The Circus 

One, Two; Who are You? 
Cat and Kittens 
Twisted 

Chums .... 

A Question . 

The Dogs Sally Owned 

Lullaby 

Bible Names 

Grandma 

Good Night 


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Little Doctor ............ Frontispiece 

Who Can Tell? .............. 8 

The Young American ............ 10 

Ship-Builders 20 

A Stitch in Time ............. 22 

A Five O’Clock Tea ............. 24 

A Future President, Maybe ........... 2(5 

A Coaching Party ....... ..... 37 

An Anxious Moment ............. 38 

Attention .............. .40 

The Charger .............. 42 

Pleasant Moments 44 

Bright Eyes .............. 46 

A Happy Thought ............ 48 

Blowing Bubbles 50 

True Friends .............. 52 

Rock the Cradle Gently ............ 54 

A Tale from the “Wide, Wide World” ........ 58 

A Difficult Question 60 



oocl Morning; can you lie abed 
n such a lovely morning? 
pen your eyes and see the sun ; 
ew drops on flowers adorning. 
m ay this bright day be one to you 
f profit, health, and pleasure, 
emembered as a day ot days, 
ot marked by one bad measure, 
ustill into your mind this creed, 
o friend will I refuse in need — 
ood Morning — 



Wl\o Can Tell ? 





py school days, free from care, 
ppy children, sweet and fair ; 
dying* hard the rule of three, 

g for mountain, river, and 

sea. 

en for a romp, a shout, and play, 
free are they the rest of the 
day. 

py school days, happy state, 
valued oft when too late. 



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“A Stitch in Tirr\e” 






A band of wee sewers, 

Most faithfully led, 

Have learned to do wonders 
With needle and thread. 

Their stitches are tiny, 

Their bias most true ; 

They can darn, they can hem, 
Make a button-hole too. 

IIow swift flies the needle ! 

How straight lies the seam ! 
One scarce can believe — 

It must be a dream. 

rt, no ! here’s the proof of it — 
Gusset and band, 

And gathers laid even 
By each little hand. 

Their faces are happy, 

Their hearts know no care; 

Of life’s richest blessings 
May each have a share. 

And then the good teacher, 

So strict, yet not harsh, 

With her lies the ci’edit — 

Three cheers for Miss Marsh ! 





A Five-O’Clock Tea 







An invitation to tea was sent out 

To tlie dollies that lived just near and about, 

To the birthday party of Lottie Gray’s doll, 

A big wax baby they all called Moll. 

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Each fond little mother dressed her pets in their best, 
.Put on each one a ribbon more line than the rest, 
And gave them many a warning word, 

To be good little children and not act absurd. 


A grander sight one never did see 
V," Than those dollies when all sat down to tea ; 

There were dollies with black hair and lovely dark eyes. 
And some with light hair and eyes blue as the skies. 

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And dolls with one eye, and dolls with no arms; 

But they all seemed happy as happy could be, 

As they nibbled their cake and stirred their tea. 

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Each proud little mother looked out for her flock, 
Braced them up in their seats with a book or a block, 
And watched that they did not take too much to eat, 
That they folded their napkins up all smooth and neat. 

And though each mother feared, that before 
the next day, 

There’d be calls for the doctor, and big bills 
to pay, 

Yet ’twas fully and freely agreed 
to by all, 


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A Future President, Maybe 





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stands for Donald, 

An unfortunate chap, 

Who is always in scrapes, 
And has many a mishap. 




[ stands for Elsie, 

The violin player; 

The strings are her slaves, 
At a touch they obey her. 



r stands for Frank, 

Who cries “ Telegram, , v 
And his shrill voice begs, 

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Buy my last copy, ma’am.' 





stands for Isabel, 

Straight, . slim, and tall — 
A graceful child, 
Admired by all. 



J stands for Johnnie, 

The little bootblack, 

Half clothed and sick, 
And oft hungry, poor Jack ! 



stands for Katherine, 

Who loves to play school ; 

She’s strict with her dollies, 
And teaches by rule. 




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stands for Louis, 

ho tells funny tales 
Of darkies who tie up 
The big cotton bales. 




stands for Olive, 

Whose little round face 


Looks ripe for a kiss 
In its neat cap and lace. 



stands for Philip, 

A boy fond of liorses ; 
He rides them bare back, 
And his curly hair tosses. 




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stands for Queenie, 

Our name for the baby ; 

She rules us all well, 

And could you too — MAYBE. 



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A wild little mite, 

With cheeks just like roses, 
And eyes sparkling bright, 



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Who a soldier would be, 
And march off to battle 
Armed cap-a-pie. 



stands for* » oil .. 

Cold, proud, and stern ; 
Of the pleasures of life 



She refuses to learn. 


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stands for Yankee, 

By which you may guess 
Is meant an American, 
No more nor less. 



y-tT stands for Zenobia, 

M A ^ A queen dead and gone 


Long before you or I 


Or our mothers were born. 



A Coacl\ir\g Party 











Ar\ Anxious Mordent 



io^YDKI^ 

Doctor 


“ Oh ! doctor, see ray little pet, 

She seems in dreadful pain ; 

All night she cried and moaned, and now 
She’ll soon begin again. 

“ She will not touch a bit to eat— 

And hasn’t she some fever ? 

Her auntie thinks she won’t get well ; 

I can not, will not, believe her.” 

The doctor put his glasses on, 

And gravely shook his head, 
lie felt her pulse, looked at her tongue, 
And this is what he said : 


“Your baby girl is very ill, 

I fear me she will die ; 

But give her every hour a pill, 

And do not let her cry. 

“ She looks as though she had the croup, 
Or maybe ’tis the measles ; 

The best thing you can get for that 
Is the skin of twenty weasels. 

“ Make out of this a good warm cloak, 
And wrap the baby in it. 

Sit by the bed and hold her hand, 

And watch her every minute. 


“ To-morrow I will call at noon, 

And hope to find her better; 

But if she should grow worse again, 
Just send for me by letter.” 






















“ The circus lias come,” 
the children cry. 

Will it march through | 
the streets, they wonder. 
With the clowns gaily dressed, 
Poking fun at the rest.. 

And the lions whose roar is 
thunder?/ 


Three cheers let us give for i 
Burn uni the great ; 

How many young lives he — 
has gladdened ! 

His life a success — 

No more and no less, 

And his death has many 
V® hearts saddened. 


With the horses who prance to 
the music’s time, 

And the elephants marching 
stately, 

How their great ears flap ! 
Should they give one a rap 
On the head — ’twould astonish 
. one greatly. 




Tl^e Charger 






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1, 2 Who are you? 
3, 4 You're a bore. 
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7, 8 Your bro 
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Pleasar\t Morr\er\ts 





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Our cat has six little kittens, 

The tiniest, prettiest things ; 

They roll and fall over each other, 

And the mother purrs and sings. 

Tight closed were their eyes, and Jo said 
They would open in nine full days. 

Now that time has come and they are ready for play, 
And to show me their funny ways. 

There are two of them black and two are gray, 
And two have spots of yellow. 

I’ll save one black one for sick Tommy Jones, 

It will please him, the poor little fellow. 

And I'll give any one of the others she likes 
To Bessie, my friend at school, 

Except the black one, which I keep for luck, 

For mamma says that’s the rule. 

Suppose cross Bridget should* drown them all — 

I hope she won’t be so cruel ; 

But she’ll say they bother her under her feet— 

She may do it while I’m at school 










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A Happy Tl\ougl\t 





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Dan and Webster — 

Such friends were they, 

They laughed and talked 
The live-long day. 

Dan was shy, 

Had little to say, 

But he’d smile in the sweetest, 
prettiest way, 

When anything pleased his fancy. 

Webster was sturdy, strong, and bold, 
And such a talker ; 

No book could hold 
All the gossip and chatter he told 
From early dawn till evening. 



These two little boys 
Had lived four years 
In this big world, 

And shed some tears 
O’er trials and troubles 
And doubts and fears, 

And their mothers had watched 
them through those years, 
As mothers will do forever ! 


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True Frier\ds 


THE DOGS SALLIE OWNED 


T he first was a pug named Tony, and mamma was afraid of him ; she 
said she would not have a dog around for fear he would bite me, but 
you ought to have seen how fond she grew of Tony. He would follow 
her all over, and would rather be with her than play with me. He was a 
great barker and good for keeping thieves and tramps away. Tony was quite 
old when he was given to papa, and after a while he became blind and sick, 
and James, the gardener, had to get some poison and kill him. Just before 
papa made up his mind to poison Tony, a friend gave us another dog, a pretty 
little brown pup. We didn’t like him very much, and when he picked up a 
piece of poisoned meat and ate it and died, I’m afraid we were not very sorry. 
James buried them both in the lot next to our house, and mamma cried 
because Tony had to be killed. 

Next papa brought a big brown dog with a beautiful long curly tail and 
lovely brown eyes, and we all said, “ Now we have a nice dog.” 

Papa said she was a setter, and we called her Vic. She was young and 
very wild, jumping on everybody, and chewing up anything she could get 
hold of. One day the coal man left the carriage gate open ; Vic was loose, 
and skipped out when none of us saw her and ran off. Papa offered a reward, 
but we never saw her again. Then we were without a dog for a long time, 

O O O 

till another friend sent us one from the country ; he was like Vic, but better. 
He was older and knew how to behave himself, didn’t jump so much, and 
didn’t chew everything. Oh ! he was lovely, and my auntie who lives with 
us said he was the best of all, and she petted him a great deal. His name 
was Snyder. We kept him chained, for papa said: “We’ll keep him tied 
until he knows us all and likes us too well to run away as Vic did.” Well, 
papa did not wait long enough, for the first time he was let loose, he didn’t 
wait for the gate to be opened, but jumped the fence as soon as papa untied 
him, and was soon out of sight ; and though papa offered more money than he 
did for Vic, we never saw him again. I wonder why we can’t keep a dog ! 

Now we have another, but he is ugly; he has a white body with yellow 
spots, so we call him Spot. He is small and wild, and jumps on the carriage 
where my little baby sister, only a month old, is asleep, so we have to keep 
him tied all the time. Papa and I like him, but nobody else does; so may be 
we’ll be able to keep him, as all the nice ones die or run away. 



Rock tl\e Cradle Ger\tly 






Rock the cradle gently, 
Baby’s going to sleep; 
See the eyelids closing 
O’er the blue so deep. 

Rock ! Rock ! 

Rock the cradle gently ; 

Tell me, does she dream 
Of heaven, spirits, angels, 
And a power supreme ? 

Rock ! Rock ! 


Rock ! 


God watch o’er my darling, 

Guide her tender mind, 

That through life’s weary windings 
The true path she may find. 

Rock ! Rock ! Rock ! 


Rock the cradle gently ; 

Hush ! thy mother’s nigh. 

How peacefully she slumbers, 
Hush a bye a bye. 

Rock ! Rock ! Rock ! 


ROCK ! ROCK ! ROCK ! 



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Hbatn walked the garden pure, 

Till <fi?be the apple brought. 

Forbidden by the God above, 

They ate and wisdom sought. 

<£atn watched his brother Htnl work, 

With eyes of jealous hate. 

Then killed him and received Gods mark — 
Such was the murderer’s fate. 

floai) built the Ark at God’s command, 

To save him from the flood, 

Of animals of each kind two, 

And all his flesh and blood. 

Tiosqpl), whom his father loved, 

His brothers sought to kill, 


Then sold him to the Midianites, 
And of silver had their All. 




The mother of IHoscs hid her son 
In a basket by the shore. 

To |)i)araol)'s daughter he ivas brought, 

And saved forevermore. 

jratnsem was the strongest man, 

Till in an evil hour 

A woman found his secret out, 

And stole from him his power. 

Dabit! to meet (ItSoUati) went, 

With a bag of stones and a sling. 

“I come in the name of the Lord,” he said, 
“ And death to you I bring.” 

Daniel was by a wicked king 
Cast into a lion’s den ; 

An angel came and closed their mouths, 

To the wonder of all men. 

Jemal) sailed upon the seas, 

And the ship was tempest-tossed ; 

The sailors threw him overboard, 

And gave him up for lost. 

But a fish had swallowed Jemal) up, 

In its belly it kept him three days; 

Then delivered him up at God’s command, 

So wonderful are His ways. 




A Tale frorr\ tl\e “Wide, Wide World” 



Grandma sits in her easy- If 
^ < 'li ail', 

I ffo- book across hit' knee; 
Ttie eajger child ten pother round 
Wln'it slndl the story be i 


But the happy band (if listeners 
Ne’er tire of the off-told tales, 
But demand the stories o'er and 


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A Difficult Question 




0 ood night, my little folks, good night 
(© ur pleasant chat must end. 

0 ur friendly talk is over now. 

3B ear ones, I pray you send 
ear and far this little book. 

# f you have found its pages 
0 ive pleasure in the reading, I 
ii) ave more than earned my wages. 

5T o all I wish a sweet “ Good night.” 
















